Chapter 7:Part 2-Dark Desires- Lets Talk

I was nervous.

Christian's house was absolutely stunning, I knew that this was one of his smaller houses, but it was still absolutely amazing.

I rung the doorbell, smoothing my dress over. When the door opened, I was met with an Asian woman who looked to be about forty-five. She smiled softly at me.

"Come." She said, a sight accent to her voice.

She lead me to the kitchen and my breath caught, Christian was at the stove in a grey-button down shirt and black slacks, his hair was mused sexily and his blue-grey eyes were raking over my body.

"You look edible." He said, as he walked over to me. Heat rose to my cheeks.

"So do you." I said, when he reached me. His eyes roamed my face before they stopped at my breasts. Slowly his hands brought the top of my dress down until a breast popped free, I was extremely thankful that I hadn't worn a bra right now.

"I think," He said huskily, "I'll return your favor from earlier."

Before I had time to comprehend his words, he leaned down and took my breast into the warm cavern of his mouth and began to suck softly. I moaned and gripped his head as he rotated my nipple with his mouth.

This man was going to make me come twice in one day...

I mewled in compliant when he released my nipple with a pop and his lips moved to the plump flesh of my breast, and he bit down harshly.

"Fuck!" I whimpered as the harsh bite travelled straight to my groin and my clit throbbed.

Christian grinned and kissed the now stinging bite and my collarbone before pulling my dress up.

"Hungry?" He said as he casually wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Sure," I muttered, I was horny now. Again. "Do you want to tell me what that was for?''

He smirked before unbuttoning the first button of his shirt. On his smooth, tanned skin there was teeth marks, the looked red. Realization dawned on me and I laughed. I gave that to him today in his office.

"Payback huh?" I asked, still chuckling.

"Well yes, as well as an excuse to get my mouth on your breasts." He winked at me, probably noticing my flare of desire at his words.

This man definitely had a way with words, and his fingers...

"Now come, I want to feed you." He grabbed my hand and led me to where the Asian woman, I'm presuming his housekeeper was dishing up what looked to be a starter of freshly made sushi rolls.

I chuckled and Christian looked at me with a raised brow.

"If she had walked back into the kitchen, she probably got a show she's not going to forget anytime soon." I said still laughing, he soon joined me.

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"This is so good!!" I said though a mouthful of pasta.

Christian chuckled and pulled me closer into his side, allowing me to feed him a forkful of my pasta.

"It is," he agreed, "Loretta loves making this." He said, referring to his housekeeper who I had met earlier today.

"I can see why." I said. "This is absolutely amazing."

He grinned at me and again my breath was taken away by how stunning he was. The top three buttons of his shirt were done, showing of the smooth expanse of his golden skin and his black hair was sexily mused from me running my hands through it continually.

I had long kicked off my heels and dropped my purse when we snuggled up on the large white leather couch for dinner. Christian had asked me if I wanted to still at the dinner table but I had felt that was to formal, so we agreed to eat on the couch.

Once I was done with probably the best pasta I've ever eaten, Christian called Loretta in.

"Yes, sir?" She asked as she stood in front of us, a small smile on her face as she saw me curled against Christians side.

I liked her already.

''We enjoyed dinner very much," he complimented sincerely, indicating to the two very empty plates on the coffee table.

Her smile was blinding, "Thank you, Sir.'' She smiled tentatively as she picked up both plates and wine glasses, "I will wash dishes and then I will go home, Sir?"

Christian nodded. "That's fine Loretta, and I will see you tomorrow at eight?"

Loretta nodded and with a last smile to me she disappeared into the kitchen with our dirty dishes.

"She seems nice," I commented when she was out of ear shot. "She obviously respects you a lot."

He nodded as he pulled me onto his lap so that I was sitting sideways across his lap, one hand going around my back and the other settling on my thigh. My skin immediately covered in goosebumps.

"She great, I actually got her just over five years ago when she came from Japan, her husband was abusive and she finally had the courage to leave." He said, his hands rubbing circles into my thigh.

I frowned. "That's horrible, does she have any kids?" I wondered.

''She has two sons," He said, although I could hear the anger in his voice. "Even though their about my age they did nothing to help their mother from the abuse.''

I cupped his cheek in amazement. He felt so strongly about this, even though she was simply his cook, it made my respect for him grow even more.

"I'm sorry to hear that.'' I said, stroking his cheek.

The anger faded in his eyes as he kissed my palm that rested on his cheek. "It just angers me that they could've done something about it for years and they didn't, I'm just glad that she came to ask for a job when she did. It all worked out and we haven't heard from her husband, or sons since. She's made friends here too, so she doesn't feel so lonely."

He didn't give me a chance to reply as he pulled me upright so that I was facing him, and them his lips were on mine.

Immediately my hands went to hair, fisting them there as his arms wrapped around my hips and pulled me closer to him. Our tongues collided as we kissed each other almost furiously, the taste of the expensive red wine on his lips made this all the more erotic.

Just as my desire was increasing to a point where I wouldn't be able to bank it, Christian puled away and did the most unexpected thing.

He tickled me.

The arms that were at my hips moved up to my waist as his fingers tickled me furiously. I burst out laughing as I squirmed underneath him as he flipped us over so that he was lying on top of me.

"Oh My God." I squealed as my sides began to cramp.

He just laughed and peppered my neck with kisses as I squirmed and wriggled around under him. From the look on his face, he was obviously enjoying my helplessness.

"I give!" I said between breaths of laughter, "Shit Christian please!" I couldn't stop laughing.

After he finally stopped we both lay grinning at each other, him on top of me as I tried to calm my breathing.

"What was that for?" I tried to sound angry, but it came out more out of breath and playful than anything else.

"Well," he said, curling my legs around his hips so that he could press himself harder against me, his very obvious arousal not bothering him in the least, "I wanted to talk to you but I didn't have the strength to pull away so I ended up tickling you." He grinned at my flushed face. "You look fucking adorable by the way."

"Im sure I do," I said dryly, "My face is probably beet-red, my hair is a mess and so is my makeup, I must be just glorious to look at right now.''

The grin didn't leave his face. "Actually, you look perfectly mused and relaxed. And that sexy bed hair is more of a turn on than anything else."

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks at his compliment. "I'm glad you think so." I leaned up and kissed him again.

This time our kiss was soft and almost...sweet. Our tongues intertwined and his body relaxed into mine, the weight and heat of his body was extremely comforting.

This feeling of relaxation and complete trust as I lay under him was completely foreign and unfamiliar, it also scared me.

"Am I crushing you?" He asked, his elbow resting by my head and his other hand on my hip, his breath sweetened by the wine fanned over my face. I closed my eyes as his fingers trailed over the bridge of my nose to my lips.

"I invited you over to dinner today because I want to find out more about you." He said, pulling away from me. I immediately missed his warmth but I sat up too, my heart beating in my chest. "Although we kind of got...uh...distracted."

"What do you want to know?" I asked quietly, pulling my knees up to my chest.

He frowned at my actions. "Baby, don't do that." He tugged on my knee, unfurling it from my body.

''You're pulling away from me. I don't want that." He tugged my hand until I was pressed against him body.

"Then what do you want?" I asked, my voice hardening.

"I want you to be honest Emilia. I want to know." His tone matching mine.

I sighed. "I modeled form the time I was almost eighteen to now. At first it was great, and then I met Chase. We started dating and it was great but he wanted to get serious, something I wasn't ready for at the time."

He raised an eyebrow. "What does 'serious' mean exactly?"

"He wanted me to move in. I was OK with that, but then he started talking engagement and I wasn't ready for that. I was eighteen for god's sake!" I let out a breath. When I looked up at Christian his body was stiff and tense.

I put my hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"

"Were you engaged to him at any point? Did he ever hold a claim over you?" He asked, and I could hear the underlying possessiveness in his voice. I could also hear the anger.

I chuckled as I moved over him, cupping his tense jaw in my palms. "I said no when he asked me." I said as I settled myself back in his lap, his hands lazily cupping my butt as he moved me over him.

"I broke up with him, he's not mine and I'm not his." I murmured against his lips.

Seeming content with my explanation, he nodded for me to go on.

"I had a couple more relationships, none lasted. My career took off and Bryan who's my dads best friend got me the job as an editor, which was how I met Derek." I said, as his grip on me grew tighter.

"We were together for a year. I broke it off around the time I met you." I assured him.

"When was the last time you slept with him?" He asked, the air tense.

I hated how weak my voice sounded. "The night of the charity event." I whispered.

Within the next second I was off his lap and he was pacing in front me, his hands raking through his hair.

"I shouldn't be mad," he whispered as his eyes met mine, ''But it pisses me that the night I met you and I was thinking about you, a few fucking hours later there was another man inside you!" He roared, his hands raking through his hair again, completely messing it up.

This was honestly not how I expected this to go. It was safe to say that I was attracted to Christian more than just on a physical level, and that night I made a mistake with Derek. I thought at the time it would be the right thing to do and to fill the guilty void that I felt after leaving Derek but it wasn't, because not only was it responsible but there were repercussions like this.

Repercussions like hurting Christian.

I approached Christian slowly, and I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. Ignoring the hard, tense muscles I kissed his back, inhaling the spicy masculine scent.

"I'm sorry,'' I pressed my cheek against his back. He turned around and wrapped his arms around my butt, picking me up so that we face to as my legs wrapped around his waist.

Distantly I realized exactly how much taller and bigger than me he was.

It seemed as if everything drowned out as I met his eyes. They were such an intense color, the blue-grey swirls looked so clear and smoky.

"I'm going to kiss you now." Christian said, his eyes moving from mine to my lips.

This time was different. It was different from when were in his office, it was different from the playful making out we did all night.

This time he wasn't gentle, probing slowly. His hands gripped my ass and I whimpered in complaint when his lips moved from mine down my neck. I felt him moved under me and realized that we had moved back onto the couch. His hands moved under my dress and soon I was left in just my thong. My breasts were absolutely bare as the dress I wore today didn't allow for the bra.

Christian lay beneath me, just staring at me.

''You're beautiful." he said, his voice husky.

He leaned up and kissed me again, his hands playing with my nipples as I involuntarily grinded my hips against his erection which was currently straining against his pant.

As soon as my fingers clasped onto his belt buckle, the worst thing at the possible moment happened.

The phone rang.

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A/N: So sorry for the long wait and the crappy chapter:(

Promise the next one will be drama filled, well written and long!!

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